My Favourite Boy

He was waiting in the kitchen at 6:30 AM for his breakfast. After that, he crashed out on the bed.

It is now 11:30 AM. About a half-hour ago, he got up, had a look to see if there was any food in the kitchen (there isn’t, yet), then pawed at the door to go out. As usual, he sits in the doorway so I have to force him either in or out, before I can close the door again.

Ten min utes ago, he decided it was all too much and decided just to crash on the rug in the lounge. Jeez, and I thought had a hard life!

This is the same cat who kills and maims rodents for fun.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

8 thoughts on “My Favourite Boy”

  1. Still shopping for a mouser I can convert to a chipmunker. Something of a daredevil, I fancy a black cat might be kind of kewel. Lots of couches, beds, carpets, pillows and such scattered about. Inquire if he might like a change of scenery. Good read.

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      1. Ship him! Hope he weighs about thirty pounds. There’s a labradoodle in the hood in need of curbing. After he’s sent the Chips and Dales trucking, we’ll discuss labrodoodles… We’ll get on marvelously.

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